Shadow Alone Poem by oliver west

i only gaze at a shadow on a wall
and his heart was very poor,
while the cold wind makes him shiver
and the burning candle seems to glow brighter,
his heart keep bleeding heavily
for his adore cometh not too him.

he toss a rose into a flame
cause his heart has become lame,
patient runs from his vein
and now only his heart suffer the pain,
gradually he begins to fade
while his countenance remains sad.